Who Wants to Marry A Billionaire?(51)



“A wedding is kind of like performance art, huh Nina?” Reuben joked.

“Look, the only performances I’m interested in are from you and Rita…at school.” Nina punched her brother.

“What, am I the punching bag today? You girls are tough!” Reuben laughed. “I’m looking forward to a brother-in-law so I’ll have an ally!”

Rita raised an eyebrow. “You’re making it sound like it’s guys against the girls. Last time I checked, none of us were planning some kind of Amazonian uprising.”

“Come on, a wedding? It’s totally about women running the show.” Reuben pinched Nina’s arm, “Men are just the arm candy.”

Nina swatted playfully at Reuben before putting her hand over her heart, “I’m going to say it once, and only once, for the record, I vow that I will not become a Bridezilla.”

Vickie looked at her watch, “Rita, It’s time for you to get through security. We don’t want you to miss your flight!”

“You have your passport sis?” Nina asked.

“You’ll call as soon as you land, right?” Reuben asked.

“Passport? Check. Boarding pass? Check. Over-concerned family? Check.” Rita smiled. “I’m going to France, not Mars! I’ll be back in eight weeks. And Dominique’s family is going to look in on me. I’ll be fine.” Rita gave hugs all around, saving her sister for last. She held Nina by the arms, “If there’s anyone who will stay on an even keel while planning a wedding, it’s you—and I trust Kennedy to not make us wear stupid bridesmaid dresses!”

Nina felt a teeny bit weepy as she squeezed her sister. “No ruffles, no pink, and no tantrums, I promise.” She let go of Rita and wiped at the corner of her eye as she smiled, “This is going to be the most stress-free wedding Boston has ever seen.”

They waved as Rita disappeared through security, and turned to leave. Nina remembered the last thought she had before falling on the rocks in Panama: life wasn’t improved by excess, life was improved by doing meaningful things—and life was improved by love. That was it. She felt grateful for all the love in her life and realized that the world was indeed a beautiful place.

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